He Moves Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Gender caste aside
now without limitation
Imagination?

Philosophical
spontaneous emotions
play an unwise mind…

one attached to self
cannot 'feel' reason
this unreasonable...

knows absolutely
naught, of its self-conscience
is a dear friend lost...

clearly then, this mind
one of self; and not of soul
will never reach whole...

minds have no centre
imagination is taught
through life's simple trials…

or is emotion
an indistinct reaction
or limitation?

Kinda, sorta, so
a, similarity no?
As yet, unseen He…

the spontaneous
a flow of imagined thought
ingrained teachings knot…

ethnically madness
societal suicide
education's gloss?

And the children lose
to a world's vision excused
for whatever cost?

To teach or to preach
that is the question so poised
damned curriculum!

Manufactured by
wicked minds; that plow under
providential gifts…

wicked men's insist
that society be this
and this, and not that?

Simplistic digits
empty husks indebted too
an upper tiered caste?

Condemned to chase coins
tossed out by the one percent
who control the ‘gold'?

Insinuating
that the control of the ‘gold'
carries that much weight!

Over-zealousness
one must confess is that trait
which carries that weight…

this trait is sought for
through all corporate mindsets
entry level must…

especially when
more ‘coin' is sought quarterly
‘profit's' wickedness…

an educator'
"boss of bosses" no matter
whatever the cost.

Do so prove me wrong!
However, do not forget
that; that day comes soon!

As it is promised
and you, hold this to be truth
on this earth, "he" moves!